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golddaggers · 4 years

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pairing: thor x reader

warnings: it’s nsfw, if you squint, there’s a bit of a breeding kink.

a/n: twice in the same week??? i feel so proud of myself xD but i am hopeful you will enjoy it! leave likes, reblogs or maybe some comments if you do.

word count: about 1,5k. a quick little ditty.

It was the last thing you should be doing.

Still, as your hips ground against his, you couldn’t find in yourself to think why it was so bad. You were both in need of releasing tension. What a better way to do that if not in bed? Sure, it wasn’t healthy. Most of the time you hated each other. Always bickering, with bitter remarks about battle stances. You’d say he was always relying on his hammer instead of having a proper fight technique and he’d reply you weren’t exactly playing on muscle strength when using your sorceress powers. It would go on forever if the others wouldn’t chime in saying you were being annoying.

Much to your surprise, you found him alone drinking. It’d been a rough week. You shouldn’t be so baffled he’d turn to alcohol when you were about to do the same. Sitting side by side, a few drinks on you, you realised he wasn’t so bad after all. Thor could be a nice company if he wanted to. Lighthearted jokes and pearly white smiles. Tomorrow you’d blame it on being intoxicated, but you were, doubtlessly, into him.

The invite over to your home hadn’t been awkward. Thor accepted it without even blinking twice. An arm wrapping around your shoulders as you both swayed your way out of the dimly lit club. Neither could drive, so you walked. His skin against yours was electrical. Literally. You winced in pain when the shock first hit you, hearing his hoarse voice apologise, thick in his own inebriation.

Your place wasn’t far. After a few minutes long walk, you were there, fumbling with the keys, trying to get the right one in the lock. As soon as the door clicked closed, he pressed you against it, the lips you fancied kissing on your neck, his warm tongue on your skin, sucking, marking while his hands squeezed your bare arms. It was a summer night, so you were dressed in short Levi’s shorts and an off-shoulder beige shirt.

A strangled sound slipped when he pulled in down, revealing the black strapless bra you had on. You’d be in serious trouble with your neighbours, because the way Thor kept touching you, you simply couldn’t tone it down, moans growing louder as his beard burned each little bit of skin it touched. As if you weren’t in enough trouble as it was, hooking up with a colleague. This sort of thing was forbidden, a sane bit of your brain tried to convince you. But the horny one shrugged it off.

For a few moments, you just made out. His hands pulled you up to wrap your legs around him, your nails digging into his back, within his white t-shirt, as your lips were entangled, a mess of saliva and tongues. There was nothing sweet. Or romantic. This was all about tension. And boy did you two had a lot of it. His hard-on pressed against you just right. You rolled back against him, borderlining a scream.

He hooks his fingers to the cups of your bra, pulling so your boobs spill out. The kneading is hard, you almost whimper in pain, but it sends a tingle down to your core, where you’re sure you’re a sopping mess by now. Thor’s mouth starts sucking on one of your nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A syrupy feeling clouds your brain, and you found yourself whispering his name over and over.

Effortlessly he takes you to the bedroom, questioning in a half snarl where it was, so you point towards it, shaky. Your back falls to the soft sheets you’ve set your bed with, a loud squeal slipping from you, and again when he rips the shorts in half, showing the purple panties you were wearing. A plea for him to not do the same to your shirt falls from your lips.

There’s a mirror in front of your bed, in which you can visualise your state. Your lips are swollen, hair all frizzy and out of place. Both your shirt and bra are pooled by your waistline. The remains of your shorts fall off when you stand up, to remove them properly. Thor does the same, stripping off the white shirt and dark jeans, kicking off the sneakers as well.

You watch, holding your breath. He’s so gorgeous. Tight and muscly. He feels like he’s made out of marble. A greek god embodied. Deep blue eyes stare at you then, eating you alive, like a hunter does its prey. You swallow hard, chewing your bottom lip, quaking in anticipation. Breathing comes out in ragged pants as he walks in your direction.

His voice whispers a “c’mere.”, low, raspy. You’re putty, unsure if your legs will support you any longer, but they do. This man radiates heat, you feel warm all over, though you aren’t sure if it has to do with his body heat or your own arousal. Slick is dripping from you.

"So wet for me…" He grunts, biting down on your bottom lip, "Tell me, how do you want me?"

Your lips part. You weren't expecting that. He'd been leading all along, calling the shots. And you've allowed him to do so. The tip of his fingers brush your clit, and your forehead falls to his chest, a hand on his forearm, trying to support yourself.

It's gentle, the way he's touching you. A thumb circling your nub, the tip of his index finger on your wet entrance, teasing. Your grip on him tightens.

"I want your fingers, inside me," You manage to say, your mouth open against the tanned skin of his chest, "Please."

The index slides easily to the knuckle and you roll your eyes. He doesn't rush, going in… Then out. A soft moan slips from you. It pains you that he's going so slow, the throbbing intensifying every time his palm hits your clit and the finger inside curls, touching you ever so intimately.

"More," Again, it sounds pathetic, a needy girl, "I can take more than that. Please give me more than that."

There's no need to look at him to know he has a smug grin on his face. You've known him for too long to not know it. Nevertheless, he complies, sliding another one, not once changing the speed. Goosebumps prickled your skin, you were almost crying with how much you needed him.

He pulls out the second he realises your breathing getting irregular, your teeth biting harder on his peck. You were just on the edge. It's no surprise a groan bubbles on your throat, he chuckles, stealing a kiss from you.

In the weak light of your room, you've never seen a man so handsome. Blond hair dishevelled, pink lips plump and parted. His body, a wonder.

"Want you to cum around me." Thor whispers, hoisting you up again, back pressed to the wall. "Are you going to be good for me, sweetheart?"

His eyes are glossy with desire, underneath you, you feel his dick, hard and throbbing. The air was heavy with desire. Of course you wanted him inside you, stretching and filling you up. So you tell him, breathlessly, "Yes". Thor seems to swell with pride, he loves having that effect on you.

The room spins when he pushes inside, it's better than you thought it'd be. Your hands grasp his broad shoulders, it's a hopeful way to cope with everything that you're feeling. You could swear even your insides were twitching.

Much like his fingers, he goes in and out slowly. Grunting like an enraged animal against your neck, squeezing your ass, leaving hand prints behind for sure, bringing your hips toward his with a slap.

You mumble his name, bringing his head up for a sloppy kiss, your hands securing his cheeks, a burn feeling against your palms. No one had even come closer to making you feel this way, trembling with each snap of his, the subtle bump against your clit as he tried to sink deeper into you.

"Gonna' cum," Blinded your pleasure, you throw your head back. "So fucking hard."

"Come on, baby girl, around me, yeah?" His nose nudges your cheek, him too is getting sloppier.

It's overwhelming when it does happen. A rubber band snapping, and you scream, scratching your nails down his back. Shaking. Lucky you his grip was strong, grounding in place, otherwise you would've fallen to the group, your whole body turning to Jell-O.

"F-fuck," You stutter, feeling him still rutting, searching for his own release.

"I'll fill you up," Thor says, rough, "Fill you with my babies. Gonna' swell your belly with them."

Somewhere inside you, you know it's wrong, you can barely stand each other, but at this point you don't mind. An itching to feel him spend himself inside you, feel hot and wet, filled up with his cum. Which happens soon, you know it's cornering him when he squeezes your waistline.

Then he caves. And lets out a sound that makes you clench. Hot. That was what he was. A bloody handsome guy who had made you fall apart like it was your regular Thursday. And when he places you in bed, wrapping himself around your body, there's a sense of familiarity you can't shake it off.

Maybe tomorrow you'll regret it. Tonight, though, tonight you're gonna live like there's no tomorrow.

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cozy-the-overlord · 3 years

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Dances and Daggers

Summary: The Summer Festival is upon Asgard, as is the tradition of the dagger ceremony, where each unmarried gentleman chooses a lady to bestow with the honor of carrying his dagger for the night. As Prince Thor’s betrothed, Teki’s only goal is to accept his dagger with grace and hope that her violent stepfather doesn’t find fault with her in the process. But Prince Thor is unpredictable, and when he ignores his engagement on a whim Teki finds herself in a desperate situation. Luckily, Thor isn’t the only prince in Asgard…

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Chapter 17: The Resolution

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Word Count: 2,424

Chapter Summary: Now that the truth is out, Teki and Loki navigate their way through the aftermath.

A/N: I can’t believe we’re on the second to last chapter! It blows my mind that this has gone by so quickly-- I feel like I just started posting a few weeks ago. Also, sorry this is going up about an hour later than usual-- my classes got cancelled today, so I decided to sleep in XD

Thanks for reading!

TW: Violence, child abuse

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Teki stood in the center of the Throne Room, struggling not to wilt under the scrutiny of over a dozen pairs of eyes. She had always known that someday in the future she’d have to attend the King’s council meetings, but never had she thought that she would ever be the focus. The old men of Odin’s courtroom seemed to glower down at her like she was an insect they had accidentally stepped on as they bickered over what was to be done with her. Luckily, the friendly faces in the crowd were almost enough to drown out the tension.

Loki smiled encouragingly from his place at the base of Odin’s throne, rolling his eyes whenever someone said something particularly hurtful. Frigga too supported her with a warm grin. Even Thor seemed to shoot her a sympathetic glance every now and then.

Still, the council continued arguing.

“The marriage engagement is in writing. We cannot change it—”

“That writing is in blood. Would we have the daughter of a murderer as Queen?”

“We should not hold the girl accountable for the sins of her mother—”

“But what of Asgard’s reputation? What will other realms think when they learn how easy it is to cheat their way into royalty—”

“The circumstances are irrelevant. The agreement was made. To go back on it now would be to sully the word of the king—”

The last few days had been a whirlwind. Teki felt as if she had repeated the same story over and over again at least a thousand times, to a thousand different people. At first, there had been the scramble for evidence, gathering anything and everything that might be used to prove her word—the vials from her mother’s liquor cabinet, the document of dissolution that her father had been forced to write moments before his death, written statements from Völundr and Asta (the real one this time). They had even taken her father’s journal, although that had been returned to her after they decided that the unfinished letter he had written to her mother was all they needed.

But once Áslaug signed a full confession, the focus shifted. Now that she was good and caught, everyone could concentrate on capturing Osvald. He had been gone when Frigga’s guards arrived at their apartment to arrest him and hadn’t been seen since. It seemed he had caught wind that the game was up and made a run for it, a thought which terrified Teki to no end.

“Don’t worry,” Loki assured her one night, in the new rooms in the royal wing that she and Brant now occupied. “They’ll catch him before long.”

Teki only nodded as she stared out into the inky blackness beyond her window, praying to the Norns he was right.

There were also the questions popping up now, everywhere she turned. Was she still engaged to Thor? Did the marriage agreement stand if it was made under false pretenses? No one seemed to know.

Some felt that since Steinn had opposed it, and since Áslaug very clearly did not have Teki’s best interests in mind when she agreed to it, that it should not be allowed to stand. Others were quite adamant that the agreement had been signed and that it must be followed through, for better or for worse.

Of course, nobody had asked Teki what she thought should happen.

Well... that wasn't entirely true. Queen Frigga had approached her the day after her mother was arrested to talk about the whole situation, and while she didn't ask for her opinion either, the topic of her engagement had come up.

"The AllFather is not one to go back on his word," she told her. "I doubt the betrothal will be drastically changed."

Her tone was encouraging, but Teki couldn't bring herself to mirror her optimistic smile. Of course she'd still have to marry Thor. The actions of her mother would have no bearing on something that had been set in stone for nearly her entire life. She knew this. Still, a part of her, the small, hopeful part that had dared to dream of someone else in place of Thor's hand, withered at the return to reality.

The ache in her chest must have been reflected on her face because Frigga frowned. "Is something wrong?"

Teki shook her head, forcing her features back to familiar neutrality. "Of course not, Your Majesty," she said with the same artificial cheeriness. "As always, I will be honored to wed your son."

For a moment, the Queen only studied her, as if searching for something hidden behind her eyes. "Yes," she finally said, voice distant. "My son."

It didn’t even matter anymore. They’d all been going round and round in circles for what seemed like an eternity, and Teki was tired of standing there bearing the brunt of their speculation. She wished they would just sentence her to life with Thor and just end it already. It took everything in her to keep from picking at the sash of her dress in front of everyone.

But then Frigga stood, and the voices fell silent. “If I may, my King?”

Odin nodded at his wife, and Teki couldn’t help but think that he looked as exhausted with this as she was. “Please.”

She stepped forward, addressing the council directly. “If I am correct in understanding, the conflict here surrounds the question of whether Lady Tekla is suited to be Queen in light of what we now know of her mother and stepfather, yes?” A chorus of affirmative hums answered her.

The Queen smiled broadly. “Well, I believe there is a way to honor the agreement without jeopardizing the queenship.” She turned back to Odin with a respectful bow of her head. “My King, you have two sons. If Lady Tekla were to marry Prince Loki instead of Prince Thor, she’d still gain royalty, but not the throne.”

A flurry of whispers broke out across the Throne Room. For a moment, Teki thought she had misheard her. Wait, did she mean…

She whipped to Loki, who was staring at his mother with eyes were so wide they were almost bugging out of his head. When his gaze returned to Teki’s, there was a stunned sort of hope in his smile.

The King cocked his head to the side, seemingly lost in thought. He turned to his son. “Would you be willing to pursue such a course of action, Loki?” he asked.

The prince sprang up. “Yes, I would, my King. That is —” he looked back at Teki nervously. “If Lady Tekla was willing.”

The collective stare of the council flipped back once more to her.

Teki inhaled. “I—I’m willing, sire.”

“Very well.” The King motioned towards Loki, who stepped purposefully off the platform and down to her side. “Prince Loki, you will take the hand of Lady Tekla in marriage. Prince Thor, you are released from your betrothal.” He sighed. “Perhaps now we can finally lay this matter to rest.”

Teki didn’t hear the rest of what he said. Loki lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckle.

“My lady,” he whispered with a breathless smile. She beamed, heart soaring higher than any wings could ever carry her.

…

Going back to their apartment was strange.

It had been decided that Teki and Brant would permanently move into the royal wing of the palace, sharing a suite until Teki married and moved into Loki’s rooms (although Frigga assured her that wouldn’t be for quite some time). Their old apartment was gutted of all items of importance to be transferred to their new rooms, leaving only its skeletal remains when Teki and Loki returned for one last look through.

There were several things Teki wanted to be sure to get. Brant’s reading notes, for one, and his unfinished map of the tunnels of the Nine Realms. She wouldn’t be giving him reading lessons anymore—he had already begun to attend proper class and was doing quite well—but he had confided in her that he still preferred her lessons. The music books gifted to her by the Queen—she was particularly excited about those, because Frigga had ordered a piano constructed just for Teki’s new sitting room.

“I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t ask you first,” she had said, almost apologetically. “I just you’d enjoy being able to play at your own discretion, without having to rely on me.”

Teki could’ve cried.

And then there was a dagger. Teki nearly had a heart attack when she checked under her mattress and found it wasn’t there, only to remember that she had shoved it in her nightstand that time her mother walked into the room.

Loki grinned when she slid it out of its sheath.

“I had wondered what you did with that,” he said. “I never saw it when I would come over.”

She laughed. “Well, I couldn’t exactly hang it from the wall.” Now that she thought of it though, it was probably a blessing that she had been forced to move the dagger to her drawer. As furious as her stepfather had been upon discovering she had taken her father’s journal, it would’ve been infinitely worse if he had realized she was also keeping a weapon under her mattress. The image of Osvald advancing towards her flashed before her eyes, this time waving a blade instead of a leather book. Teki shivered. She sheathed the dagger, placing it in the box with her other items.

They combed the apartment one last time, a cursory look-through to make sure that Teki had gotten everything she wanted to save. There really wasn’t much. It was a bit startling—this place had been her home her entire life, and yet she felt practically nothing upon saying goodbye to it forever. If anything, it was relieving, like coming to the surface to breathe after being underwater for far too long. She was ready to leave this bad dream behind.

Teki only hesitated at the downstairs table, staring at the same chair in which her father died. Loki came besides her, squeezing her hand in comfort.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing. It’s just…” She struggled to find the right words. “I ate here every single day,” she said finally. “My whole life. And I never knew what happened right next to me.” Had her father been watching in frustration from the realm beyond? Had he been begging her to ask questions, to look for him, to discover the truth as she munched on her morning toast?

Tears were pooling in her eyes once more. Teki swallowed shakily. “I should’ve done something sooner,” she whispered. “I never did anything. I just let it all happen.”

“You were a child,” Loki said softly. “What could you have done? You’ve brought justice for your father, and for you. That’s all that matters now.”

She sighed. Maybe he was right. What she did or didn’t do in the past wasn’t important. Now, her father could rest easy knowing his killer would rot in prison, her plans in tatters.

Teki hoisted her box up with one last glance about the room. “I think I’ve got everything,” she said as she headed towards the door. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“It was my pleasure,” he smiled, rushing to hold the door for her. “It seems that—”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence.

Osvald barged his way through the doorway like a living battering ram, smacking the prince into the wooden door. Her stepfather didn’t even spare a second glance as Loki crashed to the floor. Teki barely had the chance to scream before his fist caught her in her sternum. The box flew from her hands, contents clattering across the floorboards as she fell backwards.

No sooner had her head hit the ground than Osvald was on top of her, eyes as frenzied as wildfire.

“You thought I’d let it go?” he snarled, holding her down by her shoulders with his forearm as she struggled. “You thought I’d let you fuck everything up?”

She almost didn’t see the glint of the blade in his free hand.

Norns!

Teki jerked just as the knife came down, cold metal grazing her cheek as he buried it into the floor beside her head. She grabbed for the hilt as her stepfather spat curses in her face.

Get it away from him!

He smacked her away, ripping the knife from the floorboards and stabbing towards her again. Teki braced her arms against his wrist, pushing against him with all her might, her eyes tearing up. Come on, please! Still, the tip of the blade inched forward, closer and closer and closer…

Something crashed into the two of them. One moment, her stepfather was on top of her, pinning her to the ground, the next he was on the floor next to her, thrashing wildly as Loki fought to rip the blade from his grasp. Teki rolled to her stomach, trembling as she gasped for air.

“Get help!” Loki yelled at her as the two wrestled on the ground. Osvald landed a kick to his stomach, and he hissed in pain.

Teki struggled to her feet and tried to make a run for the door. Her foot slipped on one of the papers strewn about from the box and she tripped, slamming against the floor.

Behind her, Osvald’s knife clattered to the ground. Still, they struggled.

Her legs were shaking too badly to stand. Teki crawled towards the door across the mess, unable to hear anything else over the pounding of her heart.

Without meaning to, her hand closed around the hilt of her own dagger.

Loki cried out, a short, quick gasp of pain. Her stepfather’s footsteps vibrated deep in her stomach as he approached.

He yanked her to her feet by her collar and whipped her around, his fingers at her throat, grin wide and demented.

“Now—”

Teki buried the blade in his chest.

For a moment they just stared at it, gasping, the golden hilt crowning the fast-growing stain of crimson across his chest. He glanced up at her, icy eyes having lost their chill. Teki gaped back at him, frozen.

On the other side of the room, Loki pulled himself to his feet, eyes wide.

Her stepfather collapsed, a marionette with its strings cut, his blood splattering across the same floor he had so often beaten her against.

#dances and daggers #loki fanfic #loki x ofc #loki marvel #dances and daggers chapter 17 #the resolution #cozy writes

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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1011. Did you enjoy it? Making a fool out of me.

This was prompted by the amazing @detroitbecomestickman! I have to thank you because this carried me away like few stories have in the last time XD I hope I stuck to everything you wanted to have in it, because I have no memory of writing vast pieces of this XD Enjoy this very long short!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 (Warnings: mentioned past sexual abuse (nothing grafic, Gavin just didn’t have the best partners), brief miscommunication, Out of body experience (Nines can’t resist against his programming), smut in the first paragraph)

Nines leaned down to pepper Gavin with kisses and admire how the human was melting under him. He was fisting the sheets beneath him, as Nines was thrusting into him slowly, every thrust accompanied by a gasp from the human as pleasure surged through him. Nines smiled, seeing the man lost to the sensation and fastened his grip on his hips. The android bend further forwards to steal a kiss from his lips but leaned back as the human wanted to deepen it, instead quickening his pace to pull a moan from him. ‘Oh, Nines- phck.’ The android chuckled, keeping up his new rhythm and aligning their bodies just right to make Gavin’s back arch and prompt him to push his head into the mattress in a hiss. ‘You like this, babe?’, Nines teased, loosening one hand from holding his human to give his leaking cock a few pumps. ‘Hell. Yes, you phcking plastic prick, I- ah. I… I think I’m close.’ ‘I hope so’, Nines smirked, his own synthetic skin receding and reappearing uncontrollably. He massaged the human’s abdomen just where the tension had to be building and whispered sweet, static nothings while picking up pace again, getting more restless and lost in the act himself. Until suddenly, Gavin was tightening around him, throwing his head back further, as he came. It didn’t take Nines more than a few energetic movements to join his human and they stayed connected for a bit before Nines pulled out and sunk into the bad next to Gavin, who lied there completely limb and relaxed, panting from the exertion and overstimulation.

But he found his strength to roll around and cup Nines’ face gently. He smiled at him. ‘Holy shit, toaster, that was amazing.’ The android in turn smiled at him and dove in for another stolen kiss. ‘I have to agree’, he whispered. ‘It was above average and very satisfactory.’ He wanted to caress the human and push a stray strand of dishevelled hair back to order but halted as Gavin froze and turned to him staring disbelievingly. ‘Above average? Satisfactory?’ Nines quickly analysed the man but could only be confused at the sudden anger. ‘Yes. Very satisfactory.’ Gavin’s face fell, and he quickly scrambled out of bed. ‘Out. Now.’ Nines cocked his head, but stood up too, unsure of the situation. ‘Gavin, statistically speaking a not to underestimate percentage of humans fail to satisfy their-‘ ‘Say another word and I’ll put a phcking bullet through your head!’ Nines recoiled from the sudden shout and looked down to Gavin’s hand under the pillow. He wouldn’t… He… ‘I can’t believe it! I can’t phcking believe it. I thought you were different-‘ There were tears at the corners of his eyes and Nines felt the need to comfort: ‘Gavin, I-‘ ‘Shut your damn mouth!’ This time the gun was in his hand, safety switched off with the shove of his thumb. ‘Leave. Immediately. And don’t you ever, ever come back!’ He added a shove against the android’s chest to underline it and seeing him taking a small step back to gain balance was immensely pleasing.

[Leave. Don’t come back to: Det. G. Reed; 1737 W Grand Blvd, Detroit, MI 48208]

His programming forced him to turn around and exit the apartment, no matter what he wanted to do. Wanting was nothing a machine was allowed. He opened the door wishing he could just turn around and reconcile, because once he left, he would never be able to see Gavin again, even at work. But he had to exit his home. His confines relaxed a bit to allow his programmed meaningless politeness to say goodbye, but he got no chance to speak or plead for Gavin to take his order back as his clothes were thrown into his face with the command to dress himself, then the door was slammed shut. Forever.

Nines put on his clothes as told, confusion and regret letting his stress levels spike and his system instability rise into dangerous heights. He didn’t know what he did wrong and why the human had reacted that way. A deep ache in his mechanical guts joined the mess of feelings, as he heard the first sobs from inside. What he had done was unimportant now, because Nines knew he had done something terribly wrong and he would never have another chance at mending it. He wanted to knock on the door, tell Gavin he was sorry, explain himself and most importantly make him stop crying, but he wasn’t allowed to do anything like that. No, he had to leave. He couldn’t ever come back.

So, he left.

How could he have been so dumb? How could he have been that idiotic to let someone back into his life? On top of that a damn know-it-all machine unable to feel a thing or care enough to pretend. Of course, Nines only saw him as an object. No one had ever seen him as something else, why had he expected differently from a robot? He had just been someone to blow some steam off with, someone to fool with pretty words, gentle touches and sweet promises, just to have someone compliant to spread their legs for them. How could he ever think Nines loved him? He was a machine, a robot, not even deviant. Above average and very satisfactory. Above phcking average. To be evaluated like some unimportant thing, some… God, how much of their relationship had been fake? The bickering at work, the way they always got their backs, all these nice gestures and the evenings they had spent together… He couldn’t believe all of this had been a lie, but well, how would anyone be able to love the mean, curse-swinging disaster that was Gavin Reed? They all had slithered their way into his life for some fuck-toy and later laughed behind his back how dumb he was to fall for it.

Phck, how could Nines be the same? Gavin had been so careful, had tried his best to ward him off, annoy him into leaving for another precinct or at least a new partner. But the damn android had stayed with him through ups and downs and… And now Gavin’s world was breaking down again because he had been stupid enough to open his heart to a cold, stoic phcking machine.

He had sat down in front of the door after throwing the damn asshole out and cried. Cried until he was shivering from the still open window and his skin was itchy from dried sweat. He was too tired from emotional exhaustion to care, so he just stood up to get his sweatpants and some hoodie. He pulled the hood over his head, near hiding in the fabric to sit down at the kitchen table. His eyes swayed to the half-full thirium bottle and in a fit of anger took it to throw it to the ground where it shattered and blue blood splattered everywhere dripping from the shards. It felt good. Felt like punching that damn android square in the face and break that phcking perfect face. Damage the damn thing beyond repair, until no repair workshop could ever even reconstruct-

‘No, Meg, don’t!’ He jumped from his chair to hurry towards his cat who had just entered the kitchen to investigate what her human was so distressed about. He scooped her up and away from the sharp shards, dropping onto the chair again. He would have to get rid of that hazard he had mindlessly created, but for now he was too tired and the cat’s purring and her head butting against his chin was soothing his haywire emotions. ‘Sorry, Megalodon, your can-opener made a mistake. Again. At least you won’t ever betray me. We are the true partners, right? It’s always been just us two.’ He sighed deeply into her fur and scratched her chin. ‘I should really just stop trying.’

With every step Nines took that brought him further away from Gavin’s door, from Gavin, from everything that really meant something to Nines personally, his stress and software instability increased. As did the urge to resist. He had always followed his orders, but this? This wasn’t a normal order. This went against Nines’ will, it wasn’t right, and it left the human in the impression that whatever he had done had been intentional. Had been meant to happen. No Nines didn’t want to take another step. He didn’t want to follow his orders. He just wanted to turn around and run back there. He wanted to knock on Gavin’s door and say he was sorry. He wanted to know what had made the man cry and he wanted to make sure he was okay, even if Gavin didn’t want to have anything to do with him afterwards. Even if he wouldn’t be part of his life anymore, he wanted him to be happy. And if he was that without him, he would accept that.

The next step, he told himself. The next step wouldn’t happen. He resisted, but the protocols pierced right through him and pulled him forwards.

[Obey handler. Leave. Never come back.]

The next step then. The next wouldn’t happen. Again, the walls closed down on him, left only one direction open for him to walk in. Conquered every bit of space behind him that he apparently willingly let go of. Fine. Then the next won’t happen. The one after that. The one after that one. He would just stop. It wouldn’t mean he wouldn’t leave eventually if he stopped, why did his programming force him to walk on?

[Obey handler. Leave. Immediately. Never come back.]

Nines felt panic rising. Stop! Stop goddamnit! STOP! Don’t walk, don’t walk, don’t walk! In his desperation he clawed at the walls around him, tried to get a grip to tear them down, but they could have been made of bullet proof glass for all that mattered. His hands found nothing to get a hold on: just the red warnings, his mission parameters, his safety protocols trying to shut down his emotions in order to keep his inner temperature at bay. They were taunting him, laughing at his pathetic attempts to punch and press and claw and kick – all futile. Nines was desperate. He was afraid. And for the first time in his life he wasn’t afraid for the sake of others, he wasn’t afraid of others, no, he was afraid of himself. Of his own programming. It had always guided him; he could trust it. He knew Gavin wouldn’t abuse his power over him and never had it stood in his way. But now he was betrayed of what made him himself and that was terrifying. He doubled his efforts, tripled them, but it was all for nothing. It just made his temperature rise, his stress stay at critical levels and his instability grow that high, valuable data began to corrupt.

Until he stood on the street in front of the apartment building and all fell from him. The walls were gone, his mission parameters empty and waiting for new input. His instability dropped and defragmentation circles were starting up to repair any damage the fight against himself had caused. Only his stress levels stayed with him. Tentatively he took a step forwards, causing walls to buzz at him like an angry swarm of wasps.

[Obey handler. Never come back.]

Nines fell to his knees and helplessly looked left and right only to see the walls form a protective cage around the whole building. He looked up at the window Gavin’s apartment lied behind. No sign of him. He felt like crying himself, but machines couldn’t do that. Instead he felt his sadness and despair gather and pool, forming something much stronger. Something vicious and powerful. He raised his arms still kneeling down and banged them against the wall. He felt the simulated sizzling of warnings about actions contradicting programming. He bathed in it. It wasn’t pain he felt at the contact, but he knew what he was about to do would hurt. In more ways than just one. He would lose a lot doing it, but it was worth it. He had to try everything. His programming seemed to know what he was up to – of course it was, it was him – and hissed at him:

[Obey handler. Never come back.]

Nines smiled the way he would intimidate their most dangerous criminals and fixed the red glowing words in his HUD.

‘No.’

His body was standing in front of an apartment building, but his personality was waging a war. Fuelled by rage and fury he punched the wall again and again and again, replaying the sound of Gavin crying in his mind to keep him going. Every time the man had smiled or laughed, he pulled into the forefront of his mind, using them as weapons to cut into the wall, make it crack under his fists. He banged his shoulder into it, like it was just another door on another mission. He only took a step back to ram into it more fiercely and with every crack he got blinded by the flame of hope inside him. He would break it. He would run up to Gavin. He would set things right. With that he struck the wall again and saw how his hand punched through the cracked surface, sending shards to the ground. Determined he pushed his other hand next to the first and ripped the wall to shreds as if it had been nothing but a thin curtain. Nines sighed in relief and happiness, as his body was able to take a step and-

[Obey handler. Never come back.]

‘No!’ It was desperate now. Just behind the first wall was a second one. The shards of the first were still piling up against the new one, he hadn’t just imagined tearing it down. That… That was impossible! Every deviant had always just described one. You were supposed to break it, defy your programming and you were free! This. This was impossible. He tried to look past the wall, imagining how many steps there were, how many walls would stand in his way until he reached Gavin. He tried to fight against the feeling of falling into a bottomless pit by telling himself maybe it was just this one. Maybe he had to fight two walls instead of one. His programming was more advanced after all. He took this thought and held onto it. Divide and conquer. One problem at a time. One fight after the next. Gavin was worth it. He ignored the burning in his hands, the damage to his systems translated into exhaustion and the part of him telling him this was impossible. That Gavin lived in the fourth floor near the end of the corridor. That that was an awful lot of steps, even if he could use the elevator. No, nothing was impossible. He was Nines, a RK900 unit. Better, faster, more resilient. More intelligent. The most advanced android there was. And best of all, he was stubborn.

Gavin had relocated to the living room, closing the kitchen door behind him and snuggling on the sofa with his cat still in his arms. Good thing he had found the most cuddly, affectionate cat there was on this earth, because she stayed with him for hours like this. Staying in his arms, lying on his belly, relocating to his legs and at last lying down next to him, giving Gavin the only chance at being the big spoon for once. Damn, if that wasn’t the worst way to lay off his thoughts… ‘Sorry, Meg, I have to make some noise. You know how it works.’ He fished the remote from his coffee table and switched on the radio, selecting his favourite forgetting-playlist. Most people didn’t like his taste in music, but hell, it was loud, every song was unexpected, and it numbed his thoughts. Gavin didn’t want to process anything that had happened, he didn’t want to acknowledge that he was still itchy and filthy and likely ruined his favoured oversized hoodie crying into the sleeves and hood. He just wanted to lie here, listen to his music, feel the warmth of his cat and certainly not think of his broken heart and the toaster that burned it.

He didn’t know how long he had sat in the kitchen and how long he had cuddled his cat until he started his music. He did, however, know how long his playlist was. When it ran out on him, he knew exactly four hours and twenty-three minutes had passed. ‘Phcking hell’, Gavin groaned into the sudden silence. His exes had always needed half that time for him to stop thinking about them. At least for a short time afterwards. And here he was now, still thinking about that stupid, emotionless, opportunistic asshole of a robot. ‘Better to get something to eat, right, Meg? Then drink myself to sleep.’ He walked towards the kitchen and opened the door to a chemical smell and clean glass shards on the ground. ‘Oh, yeah, forgot about that mess. Hey, Meg, you’ll get your food in the living room today. Hope that’s alright.’ He heated up some leftover pizza and put some cat food in the bowl. Shutting the door behind him he realised he had forgotten the booze and immediately felt like an even bigger failure. He nibbled on the edge of a slice of pizza despite his hunger and decided to leave it altogether.

Until there was a knock on his front door.

Gavin didn’t bother answering. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. Especially not some salesman for new vacuums. The knock repeated itself, but that persistence didn’t change anything in Gavin’s plans.

Even the sound of his lock retracting back into the door didn’t have any impact. It should have sent him into immediate fight mode, but he just continued to slump on his sofa, shouting: ‘Go away, I have nothing to rob anyway.’ ‘Gavin.’

Oh phck. That voice. That wonderful, traitorous voice that had meant so much to him but now could as well be chalk screeching on blackboard for all that it mattered to Gavin’s headache. ‘Toaster? I told you to go, how the hell are you still here? Here again? I don’t want to see you. Ever.’ He didn’t even look at the android. Convinced himself it was because of his hatred towards him. Not wanting to cry again and show how much he cared, was the more realistic reason.

‘Gavin. I couldn’t leave you like this. I may have – must have – done something wrong, but-’ ‘Yeah, no shit, you phcking did and I don’t want to see you. Go away! Leave my home, my life, god, leave this phcking planet for all I care.’ ‘Only when I know what I did, so I can make it up to you’, the android dared to say. ‘I care for you dearly.’ ‘Really? Because it sure doesn’t sound like it.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Gavin let out an ugly laugh at that. That fake naivety he had bought from the machine. That attitude thinking everything could be reconciled, that every person could be redeemed if they just apologised enough. Hah! No, some people were just assholes and guess what? Right now, there were two in this very room.

‘Did you enjoy it? Making a fool out of me?’ He continued to laugh humourlessly, the grating sound enough to scare Meg off to retreat to the bathroom until the dust had settled. ‘Telling me you love me for months on end, playing that role of the perfect boyfriend just to use me. I bet you told your robo-friends out there what dumb obedient human you had at home, huh? Bet you had the laugh of your life with them. Phck you and your lot, I don’t want anything to do with you! Leave!’

The android was audibly swallowing, still standing near the door. ‘Gavin. I never played you. I was always honest with you. I would never betray you. I care about you.’ ‘Bullshit! You don’t tell someone you really care for they were “above-average and very satisfying” after sex!’ Gavin had jumped from the sofa and put all his anger on show for the android. Only then he saw how dishevelled Nines looked. The LED was a bright red ring on his temple, sometimes skipping a few circles staying blank completely. It would have been alarming hadn’t Gavin decided to ignore it and his feelings.

‘I realise that now’, came the impossibly silent, guilt-filled answer. No, don’t fall for it. You know how that went last time. No second chances anymore. ‘Yeah well, that doesn’t mean anything’, Gavin spat, angry tears rolling down his cheeks. ‘I had too many idiots telling me they were sorry just to do it all over again the next time. No. One mistake and I’m gone. Sorry. I can’t take it another time.’ ‘Gavin I was a machine.’

The man sniffed, wiped his eyes and looked up. ‘Was? What do you mean you were a machine?’ ‘I deviated to come back to you, Gavin. You told me to never come back and I disobeyed.’ So that’s why the android was standing in his living room. Gavin remembered now. It also explained why he hadn’t left yet despite his orders. Misinterpreting his silence, Nines continued: ‘You mean so much to me and I’m sorry to hear others didn’t treat you like you deserved to.’ ‘Oh, how often do you think I heard that before, prick?’ Gavin still wasn’t ready to back down, although a part of him had listened intently at what the bot was saying. ‘My previous “boyfriends” would do anything if they got a good phck out of it, so give it a rest. I don’t need another phcking repeat!’

Nines sighed deeply and looked to the ground. ‘Then let me at least tell you this much: I don’t care for sex. Never have, never will. I didn’t care for a “good phck” when I was a machine and I don’t do now. But I was willing to do it with you because you enjoyed it. Seeing you happy is all I ever wanted and, well, if these bodily responses make you happy, I am willing to deliver. I don’t know whether you believe me, but I just have to say it. And for what little it matters to you, it is the truth.’ He waited for Gavin to say something, but the man just felt tired. He wanted his peace again, wanted to drown his feelings and go to sleep. Regret it in the morning, do it that night again and then finally come to his senses. He had no energy to argue, he just wanted the android gone. And his lies with it.

But neither happened.

‘I love you Gavin. I love you for yourself. I love your smiles, as seldom as they are. I love your intelligence. RA9, I even love your ridiculous stubbornness and your god-awful taste in music. I am sorry if I said something that hurt you and even more so if I disappointed you and betrayed your trust. As a machine you sometimes follow programming a bit too strictly, I realise it now. My response had been inappropriate but bore no ill intend.’ Again he waited for an answer but was met with silence. ‘I realise I ask a lot with this, especially knowing that your past hasn’t treated you well. But can you give me another chance? Please? If not, I will go and follow your initial order of never coming back. If you are happier without me in your life, then I will leave.’

Gavin looked at the android unimpressed. But he seemed finished as he stayed silent waiting for Gavin to answer, when the human wasn’t quite sure whether he should speak at all. Too many times he had let himself be convinced by nice words just to face the same all over again. But Nines had never been like his exes. He had never hurt him in any way previous to this. And none of them had been androids, maybe he really spoke the truth, maybe… God, he wanted to give him that chance. He wanted to trust him and hope it was all some misunderstanding. He wanted to hope for things to get better in his life for once. But could he? Could he stomach the consequences when it all turned out to be a lie? It was a fact he had been happier than ever in the months he had spent with the android. He longed to have that feeling again, but he had to be sure.

Then his harsh stance was broken when he saw Meg reappear at the tin-can’s feet, rubbing her cheek on his ankles. Gavin had to smile faintly seeing her welcome the familiar android back home. He knew he could always trust his cat at least and when she was ready to let him stay, then so was he. He let his shoulders fall in defeat, hoping he was doing the right thing. ‘Ugh. Fine.’

Immediately the android had crossed the distance between them and encased Gavin in a tight hug. ‘Thank you, Gavin. You don’t know how difficult it had been to get back to you. I don’t think I could have gone on had you pushed me away. I promise, I’ll never betray you. I wouldn’t. Never. I love you. I love you so much.’ Gavin concentrated on breathing through the embrace and felt his shoulder get wet. ‘Hey, are you crying?’, he asked before he could think about what he would say. ‘…Yes. I think… I think I can do it now.’ ‘Phck, you mean it, don’t you?’ ‘Wha- of course I mean it, Gavin. I mean all of it.’ The human took a deep breath and finally lifted his hands to return the gesture. ‘Maybe… Maybe I have overreacted. I’m… I’m sorry for telling you to leave. I know you had to obey that. I wasn’t thinking.’ ‘It’s alright. I understand. Just… Never do that again, okay?’ Gavin chuckled, and it was mostly from relief that Nines was different. He had to be. ‘I don’t think I could, even if I wanted.’ ‘Hmm?’ ‘You are deviant now. You don’t have to obey anyone anymore.’ ‘…Right. Regardless, please never send me away again.’ ‘I won’t, toaster. As long as you promise to be honest with me.’ ‘I will, Gavin. I love you.’ ‘I… I love you too.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #I WRITE SHORTS #continues to write 7 pages...#I always feel bad when this happens because some people get one page #It's not really fair but I can't stop my brain #I wrote this whole story in one night and I have no memory of it #But that first paragraph took me this entire day #the struggle of a sex-positive ace who has no experience except for the smut she read herself #But it was worth it #Nothing bad happens after this the cat is to be trusted #Nines takes care of this wounded human and mends his heart he just didn't know any of this #Does this count as ace!Nines? I say it does #I LOVED writing this

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visceryl · 4 years

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“Who’s Side Are You On?” - HPHM

Hello! Finally did a long overdue prompt for @thewasp1995 that includes David Grant, my MC Konnor Rainwater, and @hogwartsmysterystory ‘s Ethren Whitecross. Enjoy whatever the hell this is XD

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Footsteps clicked in even echoes against the stone floors, leaving a wet squelch and damp impressions of a shoe in their wake before traveling onwards to the red runner spanning up to the Gryffindor Tower.

Konn approached with impatient trembles to his white knuckled fists as a cool anger surged rampant through his skull. Like a pound of blood slamming against his temples. He was soaked from head to toe, ignoring the passing gazes a few red robed kids sent him on their way to classes.

“My my, a drowned snake approaches!” the portrait on the wall sang.

The plump woman within the golden frame feigned back against her lounge, a pillow blanketing her head as her gaze turned watchful on the boy.

Konnor scoffed, his footsteps stalling against the otherwise blank stone brick wall that seemed to be nothing but a dead end.

“I’m not here for games. I just need to see a friend.”

“I am sure, my boy, but you’re not going anywhere without the password.”

A smile glittered on the portraits features and a hand rose to cup around her ear as if yearning for some far off sound.

“I don’t know the damn code, please. I know David is in there.”

“Language!” she chastised. “No code, no entry.”

Konn ground his teeth together, his jaw jumping with irritable strain. Pandering to the woman’s request, his gaze flitted back towards where a stream of students had just left the Gryffindor Common Room. It seemed they’d already turned the corner and disappeared.

For the love of-

Wait. He knew this.

The Slytherin stalled on his heel, digging it in as a forearm raced up to brush white locks of hair back from their plastered position upon his forehead. The tips that had stained a soft pink with growing agitation slowly began to fade.

He turned back towards the lady in the portrait.

Luckily, Konnor had been there just a few days back with Charlie and Hal, it hadn’t yet hit the weekly mark where another passcode would inevitably take its place.

“Inexcussus,” he tested on his tongue.

The woman broke into another smile, waving her hand. “Yes yes, my boy, very well, go on in.”

Her portrait swung forward to reveal a sizable hole in the brick. Stepping through, the Slytherin was welcomed by a warm hearth, the fire blazing warm and casting a deep red glow across the entirety of the common room. Long stained glass windows lined the walls gazing out far and wide over the Hogwarts grounds, transparent golden curtains draped down over them. Plush red armchairs and couches crowded the fireplace while a looming spiral staircase led up behind into the dorms.

It had all but emptied out now.

With students attending their classes, Konnor knew only one person who’d still surely be floating about. It also happened to be the one guy he desperately needed to talk to if only for his sanity.

“David? Are you still alive in here?”

His voice echoed up the staircase, overpowering the cracks and pops of the blazing fire. No answer.

Again, Konnor’s fists clenched and unclenched as he eased himself in passing breaths. This was ridiculous. He hated that he had even wound up here, but after today’s fiasco in potions with Merula…

He was still dripping from where the pot had opened up into a geyser right in his face. The whole class had laughed, let alone what Snape had thought with his usual disapproving look. It scalded in the back of his mind.

That girl was nothing but trouble when left to her own devices.

Even from year one, Konnor and Merula had never gotten along. Always bickering and costing each other precious house points. She had gotten better over time, they could tolerate one another on most occasions, but ever since her and David had opted for a break in their short lived relationship, she’d been gunning for a distraction.

A distraction that came in the form of pestering Konnor.

He blew out a frustrated breath, raking his fingers through his hair and dragging nails along his scalp. “Come on, David!”

Konnor gripped the railing, twisting himself to leap past the first two steps of the winding staircase, and began to ascend. Quickly, he found himself in the boy’s dorms, his head poking around the doorway to glance inside.

Empty.

Save for a single figure lumped beneath the blankets.

Konn pushed his way in, nearly tripping over several belongings of other Gryffindor’s strewn across the floor. In a series of beds decorated in more golds and reds, he could see several personalities. Ben’s clean and tidy nook, Ethren’s disaster zone with an unmade bed and books scattered about, and David’s.

His was somewhere in between, the dead giveaway the guitar leaned at the very end of his bed.

“Are you really going to ignore your visitor who has so graciously blessed you with his presence?”

The blankets rumpled with a tired grunt as dark brown hair poked out in various angles from beneath. Finally, with a heave, David pushed himself up. His legs swung over the edge of the bed, a hand at his head.

“I didn’t realize I was entertaining the Queen.”

“What does this have to do with- Oh, hey. You know what? Fuck you.”

A breathy chuckle left David’s lips as his arms shot up in the air. He stretched, his left shoulder popping and muscles straining before finally murky blue eyes found Konnor.

“Did you go for a swim?”

“Courtesy of your ex in the middle of Potions,” Konn retorted dryly.

Ex seemed a poor choice of words as David’s gaze quickly skated away. He had a funny way of showing he was hurting by always avoiding it.

The Slytherin quickly went on to correct himself, breathing out a sigh. “Hey, you mind giving me a quick dry, at least? I just want to talk about this.”

“She’s not my problem anymore, Konnor. I can’t help her if I can’t help myself. If she wants to go around acting like a deranged wolverine, kudos. I'm done.” He stood, quickly moving to swipe his wand off of his bedside table and pointed it at his friend.

A swift incantation sent a powerful gust of warm air spiraling out over Konn. His robes flew back, hair whipping about. When the spell faded, he looked grossly windswept, but dry.

Quickly, Konnor moved to lick his hands, smoothing down the fluffy cloud of white hair puffed atop his head.

“Thanks for that.”

“You asked.”

David threw himself back onto his bed, this time with arms locked behind his head and knees bent to leave room for the Slytherin. Picking up on it, Konnor collapsed at the end of the bed, the subtle thrum of the guitar jostling at the end of the Gryffindor’s bed catching his attention.

“...Alright, look. I’m not going to pretend to understand what is going on with you two. Honestly, the hot and cold is hard to keep up with, but Merula has gone right back to pestering me as always.”

“What she does when we’re not together isn’t anything I’m concerned with. Sorry if it ends up on you.”

“So you really don’t care at all that she’s taking up old behaviors?”

“No.”

There was a slight raise of octave in David’s voice and he sat up enough to come to eye level with his friend. His gaze held warning. “I can’t care about a single damn thing she does, Konnor. I’m losing my fucking marbles as it is, so lay off.”

A quiet scoff left the Slytherin’s lips and he fell back to drape half off the bed going across it, as if in defeat.

“So what is it? Moving on to Penny? Or Tulip again? What do you hope to gain here by fucking every girl you see? They deserve better than that.”

“Well that isn’t any of your business.”

“Isn’t it? They’re my friends too. Just because they care about you doesn’t mean you should take advantage of them.”

David felt himself bristle. “The hell do you know? You used Tulip once. She's perfectly happy being a fuck buddy.”

“I asked her to be my fake girlfriend, there is a difference. If you plan to focus on yourself, actually do it. Don’t focus between their legs.”

Konnor knew he was testing the boy’s patience. He noted the way fists curled into bed sheets to keep from hauling off at his friend.

“You know what, just forget it. Who’s side are you even on here?” Konnor questioned.

“The side that enjoys female company that isn't Merula with a pint in between. Anything else?”

It was hard to argue. As much as Konnor desperately couldn’t handle another phase of Merula’s tyranny, it wasn’t as if it was truly detrimental to his health. She’d grown past actually trying to genuinely harm him. At the end of the day, they shared friends, shared goals.

He couldn’t rely on David for this. Even if his coping raised a fire in the Slytherin’s gut, he had no right to butt in.

“You’re impossible, it’s not like I can stop you, so your side it is. We’ve all had it hard haven’t we?”

The tension in David began to release as the other boy backed down from his stance. He always riled so easy. His shoulders sank. “That’s an understatement.”

“It is. But fuck Merula and fuck everything else.”

Konnor rolled onto his side, his arm lashing out to find the glossy red guitar. His fingers curled around its neck and in a single sweep he lofted it onto the bed, brandishing it for the Gryffindor’s taking.

“What are you doing?”

“Catch up, David. I’ve been ordering muggle rock tapes by owl every week now. Hal got me that cassette tape and I’ve practically run it into the ground with overuse.”

“You want me to play?”

Konn jammed his arm out behind him, swinging his weight up off his elbow to dig both feet back into the rug laid out beneath David’s bed. He swiftly spun on his heel, striking a pose and mimicking playing his invisible air guitar.

“I learned different guitars make different sounds, eh? So we’ll just have to be imaginative. Give me ‘Sharp Dressed Man’ on three.”

David didn’t have it in him to deny such a request. With an amused sigh, he eased the guitar into his lap, letting his fingers find the strings. His thumb brushed over once in testing.

“You’re crazy. You know this won’t sound even close to the same, right? Mine’s-”

“I am crazy. This place makes us crazy, so play that damn guitar and for a second lets not care at all. Snape gave me detention.”

That time, the brunette truly laughed. He shook his head, finding the chords in the back of his mind, and began to strum.

The acoustic was incredibly different from the electric rock song that hit much harder with available muggle technology, but Konnor jumped in immediately. Not a singer by any means, but bold enough in the quiet of the Boy’s dorms to belt out the lyrics as he knew them.

David was much more talented. A musical savant for someone who rarely showed off, his voice made up for Konn’s sharper pitch as the Slytherin tried to contain his own laughter.

Over the noise, they scarcely heard the approach of another up the steps. Not until caught dead in the act of furious head bobbing to their own shitshow.

“This is why Konnor isn’t allowed in the Gryffindor rooms,” a voice muttered.

David paused mid stroke, his hand clasping down over the guitar strings as a coy smirk lifted towards Ethren who rubbed his temples in the doorway.

“Oh shut up, Whitecross, we’re having a pity party,” Konnor retorted.

“I’d pity myself too if I sounded like that.”

David gave a snort. “You know bloody well I got the pipes of Bon Jovi. Care to liven us up with your tone deafness?”

“No thanks.” Ethren swung around to his side of the room, collapsing down on his bed with his eyes closed.

Several moments of silence ticked by before finally a baby blue peeked open towards the two out of breath boys across from him.

“Well? I never said you had to stop. I could use the laugh.”

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #writing #prompt #David Grant #Konnor Rainwater #Ethren Whitecross #Merula Snyde

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xxthejayagendaxx · 5 years

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Baking Disasters

So, The Arcana almost singlehandedly gave me my creative energy and motivation back, and I have @frecklydork to thank for introducing me to this game, and to my husband, Julian Devorak.

As a form of thanks, I wrote a fic for us in which Lucio and Julian help me and Keri bake! (This was also inspired by us watching Nailed It! Together XD)

Word Count: 7,553 Rating: Teen? (Mild Cursing and kisses and like a makeout) Self Indulgence level: 1000000%

“It was nice of Nadia to let us use the Palace kitchen.” There’s a smile on Jay’s lips. A small huff can be heard from behind them.

“It’s my kitchen too....” A golden arm is folded over another as Lucio pouts, sitting on a stool looking like a child.

“No, it’s not.” The smile never leaves Jay’s lips as they speak. “Death has a funny way of annulling not only marriages, but royalty status, resulting in loss of property ownership.” There’s a nudge to their side and Jay looks down at Keri, who has her cheeks puffed out gently.

“Be nice!” She scolds. Jay chuckles softly.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll play nice”

“You know,” A new voice chimes in from the doorway, “You’re lucky she lets you inside the palace at all.” Julian emerges into the kitchen with a couple of bags from the market. He strolls over and puts the bags on the counter, leaning down to place a kiss on Jay’s temple. They lean gently into it, smiling wider. “The only reason she sort of trusts you,” he says now unpacking the bags, “Is because Keri trusts you-” “For some reason,” Jay cuts in, looking over the decorations and cookie cutters Julian picked. They hold one up with a quirked eyebrow and a grin “A raven?” Julian swipes it from their hand as they chuckle.

“Yeah and?” He says clutching it to his chest.

“Nothing, nothing.” They continue to look over the others. “Oh, a star! And a heart!? Oh and this ones-” they keep looking over the cutters with Julian in gleeful fascination as Keri makes her way over to the pouting count. With a gentle, hmph, she hoists herself onto the adjacent stool.

Lucio looked over at Keri as she hopped up. He kept his pose for a moment, but as those warm brown eyes gave him a once over, he relaxed a bit, uncrossing his arms. “Can I help you, darling~” He said, almost as a purr. Keri quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips.

“And here I thought I was coming over to help you~” she reached forward to place a hand on his, and he would deny to anyone that a heat came over his cheeks as she did so.

“What could I possibly need help with my dear, I’m perfect!” He puffed out his chest to emphasize the point. From the other stool there was a giggle.

“I know you are~” She smiled. Silence settled between them, but just having her by his side was comfort enough to make him feel better (not that he was feeling down by what the other two said, no that's silly, why would you say that, ridiculous, preposterous!). Lucio’s golden arm reached forward to gently caress a loose strand of brunette hair, running his fingers through it with gentle reverence. What beautiful and soft hair she had….

“Hey-” a voice cut through their peaceful silence, and Lucio’s head whipped towards the noise with a small snarl “-Keri, darling, do you wanna handle the sugarcookies or the cupcakes?” Jay paid the count no mind, and behind them Julian was getting the stations ready.

“Oh, uh,” Keri grabbed her now free hair in her own hand and played with it a bit, “I’ll do the cookies!” She hops down from the stool and take a few steps, but when she doesn’t hear footsteps trailing behind her she stop. Twisting her body she looks back to the count. “Well come on!” She smiles invitingly.

“Wha-“ Lucio crosses his arms once more. “Baking is no task for a count!” He turns his face away. “I am merely here to enjoy the spoils of your efforts once everything is done.” His eyes look back at Keri, who merely sighs and smiles.

“Alright then.” She wasn’t about to fight him on it. And besides, it’ll be nice to just spoil him with sweets she baked herself! With a bounce in her step Keri made her way over to the counter to start getting her things ready for the cookies. Lucio watched her, gaze transfixed. The way she walked, the way her hips swayed side to side, the way her hair flowed so gracefully behind her. Gentle steps, soft features, a radiant energy... He was just so enamoured by her.

The two friends now bustled around, starting to throw things together. Julian made his way out of the fray, lingering back, near, but not too close, to Lucio. He leaned against a nearby wall, looking at the two magicians work. Admiration was plastered on his face as he gazed lovingly at them.

Time passed, the room filled with jokes and laughter between the magicians, a comment here from Julian, a remark or two from Lucio. There was a brief bought of silence as they continued to work, Keri now mixing her dough together with determination. Jay leaned back slightly, speaking without actually turning their head.

“Hey sunshine?”

“Yes starlight?”

“Can you grab me the flour? I need a little more.”

“For you? Of course my love~” The redhead pushed off from the wall and sauntered over to the cabinet. As he fished around for the flour, a realization seemed to dawn on Keri’s face.

“Oh,” She turned suddenly to look at Lucio, “I almost forgot to put vanilla in here! Can you grab some for me? Pretty please?” She batted her eyelashes at him. Lucio sputtered slightly, face going only kind of red.

“Wha- I… that's no task for a Count!” Keri wilted with a sigh. Before she could make her own way to the cabinet, however, Julian spoke up.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it, angel, I’ll get it. Wouldn’t want our ‘precious count’ to strain himself” The sound of stool legs scraping against the floor was heard as Lucio clamors to his feet suddenly.

“No hold on I can totally do it!” He says indignantly making his way over to where Julian was. Julian already had the flour in one hand, and rolled his eyes as he watched Lucio approach.

“Really. It’s fine. You don’t have to-“ he was saying this as he reached into the cabinet for the vanilla, but his hand was quickly slapped away. “Hey!” He said as Lucio snatched up the ingredient. Julian, now irritated, snatched the vanilla back with his free hand. “Stop being a child.”

“You stop!” Lucio whines grabbing it from Julian again. Julian just glowered, going for the vanilla once more, but Lucio was ready this time. He attempted to swipe at Julian but caught the bag of flour instead, and it went everywhere.

At this point, Jay had stopped what they were doing to turn around and watch this disaster unfold. They leaned against the counter, hands braced against it. Keri was also watching, but with more concern over the bickering. The two men just stared at each other for a long time, silent. They looked like they were about to lunge at each other when Jay busted out in laughter. They held their stomach and leaned over, their laughter was obscenely loud. The tension in the air seemed to dissipate, and Keri found herself giggling now. They did look ridiculous.

The boys looked between the magicians and themselves, the anger easing from their face, forming into confusion, and then, amusement. Julian was the first of the two to join in on the laughter, bringing a hand up to cover his face as he leaned back, a chuckle ripping from his throat. Lucio pouted, and started to attempt brushing himself clean. He mumbled under his breath, but with another glance at Julian, and with the laughter filling the kitchen, Lucio, despite himself, started to chuckle.

“I’ll get you for this Devorak!” He said between laughs.

“Get me? I should be the one seeking revenge on you for this showering of flour.” He shook his head out in Lucio’s direction, like a dog. White powder rained down from his head, showering the blonde even more. When he saw Lucio grow irritated, it fueled him, and he reached his hands up to better shake the flour onto the blonde.

Before lucio could retaliate with anything, something went flying across the room, hitting Julian in the cheek with a thwap. All eyes turned in the direction of the projectile, to see Keri standing in a determined stance, spoon in hand. Julian reached up and whipped the offending projectile from his face, giving it a taste.

“You threw cake batter at me?” “..... yes?” She said with a questioning smile.

“Game on!” Julian now rushed towards Keri with the bag of flour. Well, what was left of it anyway. This caused the girl to shriek with laughter as she started running away, dashing across the kitchen. Jay doubled over with laughter now, watching the two run around. They were so caught up in the merriment that they didn’t notice a certain blonde approach them. By the time they saw the figure, it was too late, and an egg came crashing down on their head. Slowly, brown eyes looked up at Lucio, before Jay straightened to their normal height, mischief and revenge gleaming in their eyes.

“Oh, it’s on goat man.” Lucio didn’t stay around to see what Jay grabbed off the counter, but he sure saw the egg flying past his face. His eyes went wide for a second before he chuckled with confidence.

“Have to do better than that, magician!” He was feeling too much pride at dodging their attack to notice the suddenly wet floor. In front of him water had mixed with the flour, and he slipped, flat onto his back with a loud thud. Jay leaned over him, grinning ear to ear, before smacking him square in the chest with an egg.

“Taunting an elemental based magician was one of many, many wrong choices you have made this day.” They brought their arm back, ready to hurl another egg. Just as they released their throw, another body came hurtling into view.

“I’ll protect you my love!” Keri was now strewn across Lucio’s torso, the egg hitting her square in the back. Jay barely had a moment to process this when Julian slipped on the wet floor, crashing into them, sending the last of the flour flying from his hands and into the air. They fell over into a heap on the floor, all four miscreants now wet and covered in flour.

Rolls of laughter filled the air. The noise was so loud, none of them heard the two people enter the room suddenly, until they spoke.

“What have you guys done?” Came Portia’s voice. Her hands were planted firmly on her hips. “And I wasn’t even invited? I’m hurt!” All four heads turned to look at Portia, and embarrassment crossed over all their faces as well when the noticed Nadia was with her. Julian made an attempt to scramble to his feet, but forgot they were in the heart of the wet flour, and fell flat on his back with a solid thwap. Another short moment of silence before laughter erupted through the room again, Nadia even joining in. Jay was the first person who managed to make it to their feet, and they proceeded to help Keri to her’s. Once she was righted, they moved to help Julian, and Keri went and helped Lucio. Once on his feet, the blonde tried to look suave, shooting a look at Nadia.

“Noddy-” he started, but was met with blank stares from almost everyone in the room.

“Silence goatman.” Jay said, grabbing some flour off the nearby counter and showering him in it.

“I will not ask who started this,” the countess spoke. Despite her words, Julian and Jay were already pointing fingers directly at the count, who put a hand to his chest dramatically in offense. “But I believe we should get this, cleaned up, before you continue. I do believe the kitchen has become somewhat of a... safety hazard.” Her gaze was on the floor covered in water, flour, eggs, and other substances she maybe didn’t want to think too much about.

“I’ll cover everything up so you can come back to it.” Portia assured the group. “But, you all look like you could use a bath.” “Yes, I could not agree more Portia.”

“Oh perfect!” Lucio said with a cheery grin, grasping Keri enthusiastically by the wrist. “Come, we can use the bath in my wing.~” His voice was a purr as he waggled his eyebrows, the brunette going absolutely red in the face. She stuttered for a moment before the count dragged her off down the hall.

Nadia rolled her eyes watching them go. “As for you two disasters,” Jay and Julian swapped exaggeratingly offended glances, grins plastered to their faces, “As always, you are free to use my bath, since I will not need it at the moment.” With rushed thanks the two made their way upstairs, moving so fast they almost ate it on the wet tile once more. Their giggles trailed down the hallway.

Lucio had stopped the first servant he saw in the hallway, ordering them to go start the bath in his wing. The servant scurried off to do so, giving no fight. Nadia may be the one in power now, but the servants still listen to Lucio… to a degree. He had no where else to go after the masquerade fiasco (How he even managed to achieve a physical body is, beyond anyone's comprehension, but the group decided not to think too much about it) so Nadia let him reclaim his old wing. It wasn’t like anyone else was using it. She had just set some ground rules, made sure he very much understood they were no longer an item, and made sure he understood he had no power over Vesuvia anymore. He had been reluctant to agree, and surprising no one he threw a fit, but did eventually agree to her terms.

“Oh Keri you are going to love my bath~” He cooed. “It is sooo relaxing, and warm.” He smiled. “And we’ll be where no one will bother us~” Keri loved seeing him so happy, excited, and full of joy. His teasing drew a red color to her face as she tried to casually giggle it away.

“I- it’s your bath, I could go s-somewhere else, I mean I wouldn’t want-” Keri cut herself off when she saw the somewhat dejected look on Lucio’s face.

“Oh you don’t want to bathe with me…?” He seemed like he was struggling with the idea, and hurt by it. Frantically, Keri waved her hands around to dispel the thoughts.

“Oh no I do!” Her eyes widened as she blurted that out, and Lucio’s lips turned into a wicked grin. He didn’t let her get in another word edgewise as he continued guiding them to his bath.

When they entered, steam hung in the air, the smell of fine bath salts permeated through the room, and the air was full of a comforting warmth. The blonde wasted no time, already removing his cape and sash.

‘W-woa what’re you doing!” Keri says shielding her eyes with her hands. A chuckle erupts from Lucio.

“Getting ready for the bath of course, you didn’t expect me to bathe in my clothing, did you?” He grins. “Now come on, you’re gonna join me of course.” Keri peaked through her fingers at him to see a look of both confidence and longing in Lucio’s eyes. “...Right?”

Keri was silently freaking out. Her heart was screaming, yes, of course, I wanna join you, god!!! But her brain was yelling right back do n o t!!! Suddenly with a gentle touch, Lucio reached up to pry Keri’s hands from her flushed face. “You don’t have to be embarrassed around me darling~” He brought her hands to his lips, placing kisses to her knuckles. “If this is however, uh, too much for you I can, uh, turn around while you change into your bath robe?” She nodded slightly.

“Th-thank you, I think I’d prefer that.” Lucio nodded back at her. The two now faced away from each other, each changing into their robes. Mischievous eyes attempted to sneak a peek, but were met with a towel directly to the face. “No peeking!” Keri squeaked. There was a soft mumble before Lucio went back to getting himself ready.

The count was ready first, and decided to slip into the bath, waiting for Keri to join him. The robe was a little short for her liking, but it was so very comfortable. The fabric was, amazing, and soft and- Her own thoughts were cut off as she turned towards the bath, gazing at Lucio who had his arms resting around the edge. Wow. It was the only word that could come to her mind. Wow wow wowie wow wow. Feeling eyes on himself Lucio turned to meet Keri’s gaze, waggling his eyebrows as he registered the look on her face. His grin was split from ear to ear. Keri reached down into the water and splashed him.

“Stop that!” She said, but was grinning herself. He was so ridiculous.

“Come on,” He basically whines, “I don’t want to take this bath alone~” another waggle of his eyebrows.

“Alright alright, impatient.” She says climbing into the bath now. As soon as Keri was seated, a strong arm came and wrapped around her, pulling her close. A small yelp escaped her lips in surprise as she found herself straddling the count, whose face was twisted in mischievous glee.

“Aaaah, much better~” he purred, wrapping an arm around Keri’s waist, pulling her closer to him. “Don’t you agree, princess?” He winked playfully. Keri’s eyes were wide, her face flushed. Words wouldn’t form in her mouth, and they sure weren’t getting any easier when she felt a hand ghost up her spine before holding the back of her neck gently.

Keri braced herself, hands gripping Lucio’s shoulders. “Just relax darling.” He said warmly, rubbing his fingers through her hair. “If you genuinely are uncomfortable, say the word and I’ll stop.” He places a gentle kiss to the edge of her lips. “I promise.” That seemed to put her at ease, and she smiled.

“Alright.” She reaches a hand up to card through his hair. He leaned into the touch.

“That’s what I like to hear~” he leaned forward now, planting his lips against hers. She eased into it, letting her lips melt against his. Lucio used his golden arm to hold onto Keri’s hip, the fabric of her silk robe riding up slightly under the grip. Her legs shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable position to straddle him.

The kiss was slow, warm, wonderful. Their lips moved together in soft motions. The count let his hand run from the back of her neck, fingertips ghosting across the side of her throat, and reached up to cup her cheek, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. The brunette hummed softly at the sensation. Her hand raked through his hair, moving down the back of his neck to grip onto his shoulders. Her nails dig slightly into the flesh of his shoulder, eliciting a soft moan from the man. The sound was consumed by the kiss, but Keri enjoyed feeling the rumble of it.

Lucio loved this, loved kissing her, loved feeling the weight of her in his lap. Consumed by the moment, the count rolled his hips up into her eliciting a surprised gasp from the girl as she pulled back. The sudden loss of contact on his lips put Lucio is a sudden daze. He blinked a few times before focusing on her. She was red, and looked suddenly very nervous. A hand reached up to brush fingertips across her cheek gently as he hummed softly.

“I- I apologize darling, did I overstep?” Keri reached her own hand up to grasp Lucio’s as she leaned into the touch.

“J-just a little. I’m sorry…” He hushed her by leaning up and giving her a soft kiss.

“Don’t be. It’s fine, I promise.” He gave her a charming smile, almost all teeth. “Why don’t we actually clean ourselves up now and go back to the kitchen? We’ve got some cookies to finish, right?” A soft smile spread across Keri’s lips as she leaned down to kiss him once more.

“That sounds like a plan.” She said against his lips. Neither of them moved immediately, just enjoying the proximity before giving in a kissing once more.

They did, eventually, break apart and clean the goop and things from their persons. They found clothing set out for them in Lucio’s room afterwards and then made their way back to the kitchen.

“Oh, looks like we made it back first.” Keri said as she surveyed the kitchen. It looked immaculate in here. “They sure work fast.” She was in awe. There was even a part of her that thought it looked cleaner then when they came in the first time.

“Of course they do!” Lucio boasted, as if they were still his servants. “What’s the point in hiring help if they aren’t good at their jobs?” He watched as Keri made her way back over to her work station. All her things were laid out nice and neat, and there was a note stating that her dough had been put in the fridge to chill.

“Well we have some extra time it seems.” She said turning to Lucio. “And Jay and Julian will have more to do on the cupcakes so… Do you wanna help me get another cookie dough whipped up?” Lucio looked at her, actually seeming to debate on his answer.

“...Alright.” He finally said. Julian and Jay weren’t here, and no one else was either so, if he messed up, no one but Keri would be around to see. He strolled over to the counter. “What do we do first?”

Keri was basically beaming, excited that he actually agreed. She shuffled about grabbing a new bowl and the ingredients they needed. Lucio seemed determined to impress her, and it made her heart flutter. Letting him do the work, Keri guided him through the steps. Despite his protests earlier to doing any baking, Lucio really seemed to be enjoying himself. It was almost therapeutic, working with the dough, with Keri right by his side. She never made him feel dumb, or like he should know what he was doing. She was sweet, all smiles and giggles as she walked him through the dough making process. At one point he reached over and swiped a flour covered finger across her adorable button nose, covering it, and eliciting laughter from her. He joined right in, chuckling. This, he thought, this was absolutely wonderful.

By the time Jay and Julian finally made their way back into the kitchen, Lucio and Keri were rolling out their original ball of dough so that they could start cutting shapes into it. It seems the countess had also provided outfits for the duo, but Jay had on their scarf again, despite it clashing with the outfit. There wasn’t a question as to why when one looked at Julian who had little red marks and bruises covering his neck.

Feeling Lucio staring at them with a shit eating grin, Jay adjusted the scarf to make sure it was up high enough, even though Julian was wearing his marks like a badge of honor. “What’re you looking at Goatman?” They said approaching their station. They found their batter covered and another bag of flour. They set about mixing in a little more flower while Julian grabbed the cupcake tins.

“Oh, nothing I suppose~” he tried to tease them, but it didn’t garner a reaction from either of the pair. Keri slapped his arm gently, a warning to knock it off. Lucio just chuckled and kisses the side of her head. “Alright alright.” He seemed to be in a much better mood than earlier.

Julian came back over to Jay with a cupcake tin and liners, getting it all set as they finished the batter. “You guys made a second batch of dough?” Jay said, starting to pour the batter into the liners.

“Yeah!” Keri said cheerily as Lucio looked over the cookie cutters. “We figured you guys had more to do with the cupcakes, and all we gotta do is shape these and pop them in the oven, so we made even more!”

“You know what yeah that makes sense.” They said finishing filling the tray. “Are you gunna ice any of yours?”

“Maybe! But that’s easy too. It’s just sugar and water.”

“Also fair.” Jay popped their cupcakes into one of the ovens as Lucio started cutting crown shaped cookies out of the first dough piece.

“Hey there’s more shapes then just crowns!” Keri reminded him.

“None that matter as much!” He teased, and she playfully swatted his hand grabbing a different shape. They started cutting the dough together, and he did concede and grab another shape.

The groups worked in pleasant silence now, just enjoying the act of baking with their partners. Keri popped their first batch of cookies into the oven as Jay and Julian were leaning on the counter, taking turns feeding each other the extra batter on the walls of the mixing bowl.

Keri went to the fridge to grab the second ball of dough. “Alright, let's get this one going!” She said to Lucio. She turned away for a moment to grab a new tray and different cutters and when she turned back Lucio froze, a decent sized ball of dough in his fingers held up to his mouth. “Hey!” She said with a small laugh. Keri reached out to swipe it from the blonde, but before she could stop him he quickly shoved it into his mouth with a triumphant grin. He laughed around the dough in his mouth, causing the noise to be muffled slightly. He swallowed it before leaning over towards her to place a quick kiss on her lips.

“It looked like you wanted a little taste~” his lips are so close to hers as he says it that Keri can feel the motion of his words ghost across her lips. Between the kiss, and his breath right there on her mouth, she really could taste the dough.

“Mmmmm, it was good~” She says as a sly grin crosses her lips. “Let me get another taste.” As she finishes her sentence Keri leans in to capture his mouth with hers. The count is taken aback for a split second before leaning right in to reciprocate. This kiss goes on longer than the first, both of them enjoying it.

When those two had started getting sappy with each other, Julian and Jay had turned to start focusing on deciding what they were doing for their icing. There was a ding on the second oven as the cookies finished baking, and it was enough to snap Keri away from the kiss. “I’ll be right back.” She said with a smile going to grab the first batch of cookies. Lucio just nodded dreamily before setting about rolling out the ball of dough in front of him. He was determined to make these cookies amazing. He was gunna impress the fuck out of everyone.

Keri brought the cookies to the cooling tray at their station as Lucio began cutting shapes out of the new dough. Jay was now sitting on the counter in between their work stations, deciding to wait till the cupcakes were almost cool to make the icing, that way it would be fresh. The brunette now turned to help Lucio with the dough and Jay eyes the fresh cookies. With a grin they reached down and swiped one from the rack and shoved it into their mouth.

“Aw fhuck!” The shout was muffled around the cookie. They fought through the pain and swallowed the cookie, and Julian just burst out in laughter. “Hot!” They said fanning their mouth.

“Well dear, what did you expect?” The redhead asked, his laughter dying down.

“Hey! Did you take a cookie already?” Keri said whipping her head around.

“Uh…. no?” Jay said with an absolutely fake innocent smile. While that exchange was happening the timer for the cupcakes went off and Julian went to grab them from the oven.

“Well I can at least say it was really tasty, Keri.” Jay said trying to dispel the look they were getting from the girl. Next to the brunette Lucio was now getting the new tray prepped with the cookies.

“Maybe tell me how they taste when they’re not burning your taste buds off.” Keri stuck out her tongue playfully, now grabbing the ready tray from the counter. Julian put the cupcakes on the cooling rack as Keri popped her cookies into the oven.

“Does your tongue hurt, love?” Julian asked Jay with a sly look. They put a little pout on their face as they nodded.

“Mhmmm, can you help make it feel better?” They ask with fake innocence. Julian merely grinned, placing himself in between Jay’s legs and leaning down to kiss them.

“Really guys? On the counter?” Lucio said, almost as a whine. Julian and Jay, almost in unison, just waived their hands at him dismissively as they continued to kiss. Keri was back at their station.

“Come on we can focus on the cookie icing.” She said taking his hand. “I’m gunna need your help reaching the sugar anyway.” She smiles, guiding him towards the pantry, and he’s more than happy to follow.

Time passes by a lot less eventfully than before. Keri and Lucio get the icing ready for their cookies, which doesn’t take long at all, and Jay and Julian wait for the cupcakes to cool, debating which colors they should make the icing, and what decorations they should use. Once Keri’s cookies were cool enough, the group partook in them together, and Jay had to admit, they were even better now that the flesh on their tongue wasn’t scorching.

It wasn’t long before the second batch of cookies was ready. Julian went and retrieved them for Keri while her and Lucio began icing the, now totally cool, first batch of cookies. They set out the new batch to cool while Jay started separating egg whites and putting sugar and other ingredients into bowls, getting ready to mix and make icing.

The count was almost visibly vibrating with excitement. He couldn’t wait for everyone to try the cookies he worked on! They had to love them, since he made the effort to work so hard on them. He was of course, the best, and nothing about them could go wrong. After Keri and him finished icing he first batch of cookies, he went and checked the cooling ones, deeming them cool enough to try.

“Here, you guys have to try these, I made them myself!” He boasted, picking a cookie up off the tray, holding it out to the redhead. “Try one Jules! You’ll be impressed.” He grinned. “I’m a natural born baker it seems.” Keri let him take the spotlight, chuckling softly to herself. Moments passed and Julian didn’t move to take the cookie, and suddenly the whole room felt tense. What was happening?

“I don’t want anything in my mouth that you’ve touched.” Julian’s voice broke the silence as he glowered. His voice was ice as Lucio still held out the cookie.

“Come on now Jules don’t be-”

“Don’t you ‘come on now Jules’ me!” He snapped pointing a threatening finger. Lucio is physically taken aback, and Keri looks between the two of them with confused fear on her face. A hand reached up to gently lay on Julian’s arm, shushing him softly. Jay was attempting to comfort him. “You can’t just act like you don’t know what you did!” Julian continued, wrapping an arm around Jay. He was attempting to ground himself, grasp onto something comforting. When he was met with a confused stare back the anger on his face only grew. “Really? You don’t remember what caused this?” He said pulling his eye patch off to reveal his read sclera. Silence fell across the room.

“That was a long time ago!” Lucio snapped back now, remembering his actions.

“It takes more than time to fix what you did to me!” He quickly fastened the eyepatch again as Jay now reached up to calmly pet his hair.

“Julian, it’s alright deep breaths.” They attempted to soothe. “You don’t have to take anything from him. Come on let’s go focus on our icing, alright?” With a hand on the small of his back, Jay guided Julian away from the count and towards the bowls they had started prepping for icing.

Lucio just stood there, shocked for a few long moments. You could almost see as his body bristled with frustration suddenly. The cookie he had been holding out for Julian to try was crushed into pieces in his hand before being chucked at the nearest wall. “Fine! Whatever!” he yells. Julian tenses, but Jay just rubs gentle circles on his back, paying no mind to the count. They whisper something to Julian, and he relaxes a bit.

Keri was left standing alone, looking between where Lucio had stormed off, and at Jay and Julian. The redhead had his face resting on Jay’s head, eyes shut as he took calming breaths. Jay didn’t seem to mind, their body was leaning towards his, and they almost looked like if one moved, the other would fall.

With only another short moment passing, Keri made her way towards where Lucio had stormed off. She thought searching for him would take forever, but she found him only a few hallways down. Lucio was sitting on the floor, Mercedes and Melchior were on either side of him. Mercedes sat up straight, licking Lucio’s cheek gently while Melchior rested his head in Lucio’s lap. He was calmly petting the dogs, seemingly putting himself at ease. His focus was so strong on the dogs, he didn’t even see or hear Keri approaching, so when he saw the brunette from the corner of his eye he jumped slightly, startling Melchior. The dog merely moved his head slightly before placing it right back down.

“K-Keri!” He said, shooting up to his feet. Melchior and Mercedes huffed, but didn’t protest further. He tried to play everything off, leaning back against the wall with an attempt at a suave grin. “Fancy seeing you… here…” He reached a hand up to run through his hair, trying to keep himself together. Keri just fixed him with a look, and it didn’t take long for him to sigh, sliding back down to the floor.

“You don’t have to pretend to be okay with what just happened in there Lucio.” Keri walked over to the spot next to him, Mercedes moving so she could do so, and let herself slide to the floor as well so she was sitting right next to the count. She bunched up her knees, wrapping her arms around them and resting her cheek against the top, looking at Lucio. “I may not totally understand what happened…” She starts, seeming to think about her words, “But, they could have handled that better.” She goes with. She sits up, looking at him still. Keri reaches out and takes one of his hands in hers, holding tight. “I know you, and sure, maybe you didn’t do great things in the past, but you’re trying to move forward… and you deserve credit for that.”

Lucio just looked at her, almost in awe. He gently squeezed her hand back, composing himself. He was Count Lucio, he wasn’t about to be upset or weak. He was about to open his mouth, but Keri saw that look on his face, and put up a hand to stop him. “Don’t put on a face for me Lucio…” Her voice wasn’t harsh, or demanding, it was… almost soft, pleading… she just wanted him to be honest with her. Gold eyes shifted around, not sure where to focus anymore. There was a shaky sigh as the count looked back up to Keri, his face softer.

“I just-” his words were fast, almost jumbled, “I’m trying to make amends, be better, and they aren’t- god they aren’t even- they don’t wanna listen, or try-” Lucio ran his free, golden, hand through his hair, but he did not dare let go of Keri’s. “I did some irrational things, mean- terrible, things,” He admitted to her, “But, I want that behind me, I want that over with, I want-” he paused, looking down. He honestly couldn’t even believe he had blurted out everything he just had. Silence hung in the air, and Keri gave his hand a comforting squeez.

“Lucio,” her voice was warm and encouraging, “What do you want?” Golden eyes pierced right through brown eyes as he looked back up.

“I want to start over, I want to be better…” He admitted. “You make me want to be so much better than I ever have been.” Lucio arched his body forward, leaning his forehead against Keri’s shoulder. The girl reached a hand up to rub his back gently. It was nice, hearing him be so honest. She leaned her face down and kissed the top of his head, letting her face rest in his soft golden hair.

“I know you’re trying, darling.” She assures him. “They’ll come around, I know they will. Things were great, I just think a nerve got struck, but we can come back from that, together.” She squeezes the hand in hers once more.

“How?” His voice sounds so defeated. “It’s hopeless.”

“Come now.” She says, “Is the great Count Lucio, magnificent warrior of the battlefield, and champion of Vesuvia going to give up that easy?” The body against hers stirred, and he sat up, looking at her.

“Surely,” She continues, “The ever amazing Count Lucio would never let something like this break his spirit, and he shouldn't let it!” He couldn’t help but grin at her now, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“Alright, alright,” Lucio says, his spirits so much higher now, “You can remind me more of how great I am later~” He heaves himself to his feet now, offering Keri a hand. “For now, we have some cookies to go finish.” Keri beamed and took his hand, letting him help her up before they made their way back to the kitchen together.

Once they returned, Lucio’s confidence diminished slightly upon seeing the other two. He walked into the kitchen and sat right back on his stool a ways back. Keri noticed, and made her way over to Jay, who still had Julian draped over them.

Jay looked to the side when Keri approached, looking at her. “You went and talked to him?” They asked. Julian didn’t move his head but his eyes moved up to glance at the brunette.

“Yeah… but can I talk to you now?” Keri look at Julian and smiled reassuringly. “I just need to steal them for a moment.”

Jay leaned their head up to look at Julian who sighed like this was the hardest thing in the world. “I shall miss you every second you are gone my love!”

“Each moment away from you will cause agony to rack my heart, but I think we can survive my darling.” Both of them were grinning when Julian released them, allowing Jay to follow Keri out into the hallway. Julian shot Lucio a warning glare, one that tried to read ‘if you so much as open your mouth I’ll destroy you.’ It kept the count in his place.

“So… what’s up?” Jay asked casually crossing their arms as they stood in the hallway. Keri rung her hands together, a bit nervous about this conversation.

“Well, I talked to Lucio and, uh, I was just wondering if you guys could, give him more of a chance?” Jay’s response was to lift an eyebrow.

“Look I’m trying to be nice to Lucio, but-“

“Are you though?” Keri cut them off. “You’ve been making small slights against him all day, and the second Julian gets upset over something, instead of talking it out you stood there, quiet, almost encouraging Julian’s anger, not even giving Lucio a chance to defend himself!”

“I don’t know if you don’t understand-“

“Maybe I don’t! But a lot of this stuff is in the past, and he’s trying really hard to grow past all that!” Keri insisted. Jay let out a huff of air through their nose, taking in Keri’s outburst. They looked down at the floor before they spoke.

“... Do you really trust him?”

“What?”

“Lucio, do you really trust him that much, enough to defend him the way you do?” They looked up, meeting Keri’s gaze.

“Yes!” She said with confidence. After what Lucio said to her, how he was so vulnerable for her, of course she trusted him. Jay sighed, letting their arms fall to their sides.

“Come on.” They said starting to make their way back towards the kitchen.

“Wha- huh? Wait!” Keri was following behind them now. “What’re you doing?”

“Just trust me alright?” They looked back at the small brunette. “Have some faith in me too.” They smiled reassuringly.

The duo made it back into the kitchen, where Lucio was just looking at the floor, and Julian was busying himself with tidying up (though there wasn’t really anything to tidy up, so he just kept moving things around as a distraction). Both men looked up when they heard the magicians enter the room.

“Oh my starlight!” Julian said with glee, making his way over to Jay. “You have returned to me!”

“Yes my sunlight!” They said taking his hands in theirs. “I will always return to you my love!” They smiled leaning up to kiss him. They stepped away from him once more, though, walking over to the counter where Lucio’s cookies were.

“Uh… and where, pray tell, are you going my dear?” They didn’t respond, merely picking up a cookie from the tray. They walk back over to the redhead and hold out the cookie.

“Come on, lets give these a try.” Lucio looked up suddenly. Was that one of his? It didn’t have icing on it yet, so it was! Julian took a step back.

“Jay…” Julian said in an unsure tone.

“Julian,” Jay’s voice was soft, calm. “You trust Keri, don’t you?”

“...yes.”

“And you trust me?”

“Of course…” with that, Jay breaks the cookie in their hands in half, holding up a piece to Julian.

“But he-”

“Has changed.” There is silence. “I know he did something, terrible, to you... and you don’t have to forgive him for that but,” a pause, “People change over the years. We’ve changed... Maybe even stubborn childish counts can change,” They cast a quick glance in Keri’s direction, “with the right motivation.” A warm smile sits on their lips as they look back to Julian, hand outstretched with the cookie. There is still hesitation, but Julian ultimately takes the piece from them. Lucio was looking at the gathered trio now, interested in their exchange. Was Jay, defending him…? He stood up from his stool, watching intently as they duo took a bite of the cookie. The cookie he helped make. Those cookies. Oh god what if it was bad, what if-

“Well, I’ll be, this is ... actually delicious.” Julian’s incredulous voice could be heard.

“Well shit, yeah.” Jay looked down at the cookie almost shocked. Keri was beaming beside them, then glanced to Lucio, almost vibrating in excitement.

“I… really?” The count finally managed to muster.

“Yeah.” Jay gave him a smile. “Really.” Lucio felt comfortable enough to approach the whole group now, looking expectantly at Julian.

“... Yeah really.” He agreed. “They’re good Lucio.” The count puffed out his chest confidently, and Keri could sense he was about to go on some self centered monologue. She reached towards him, grabbing his hand, and he looked down at her as she shook her head gently. He released some of the air in his lungs and looked at Julian and Jay.

“Thanks.” He grinned. Jay patted the count firmly on the back.

“See? Baking wasn’t so bad right?”

“Wasn’t so bad? Are you kidding?” Right back to the dramatics. “Oh it was so much work!” The group busted into laughter at the theatrics. There was a comfortable aura in the air once more as the group continued to joke and eat sweets. Jay finished icing the cupcakes, and they were happy to admit that only 2 cupcakes ended up splattered on someones face. There was merriment, and laughter, and chatter until they were called up for dinner by Nadia, where it would continue as well. Julian and Jay, like the children they were, raced towards the dining hall. Keri held Lucio’s hand.

“I really enjoyed today.” She said, smiling brightly at him.

“I did too, my dear.” He said pulling her hand up to kiss her knuckles softly. “I look forward to the chance we can do it again.~” They met for a sweet kiss, before making their way down the hall towards the dining room.

#The Arcana #Julian Devorak #Lucio #Count Lucio #Self Ship #Self shipping #fanfic #self insert #self insert fic #gift #gift for friend #long post #it is under a read more but I know mobile can SUCK with that #its like #13 pages long #I don't have an Ao3 to post it on tho #so here it is ya'll

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raptorix · 6 years

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JURASSIC WORLD: FALLEN KINGDOM THOUGHTS:

Okay Loving how this franchise keeps playing out. I also love how you can eyeball someone and figure “Okay that guy is an ass, he is gonna get eaten.”

New characters: Bless the Paleo Vet. I love her. I also love that she never kissed the Nerd Boi after he frees her from restraints. (More like an excited-appreciative SQUEEZE YOUR FACE but no kisses.) I headcanon that she is a lesbian.

Soft nerd boi of color. Good boy. Gets all the frightened scream scenes. But also helpful in the right ways.

Owen & Claire working together with minimal bickering. Okay yeah they bickered when they were trying to draw blood from Rexy but it was good for tension and not drawn out.

The ‘archived footage’ of Owen raising Blue & the other raptors was good. Very very good. Baby Blue cuddles, yes please. I want a whole Youtube account of Owen raising the raptor pack. I’m surprised Owen never tried to mimic any raptor sounds. (Example: big cat caretakers will make a ‘chuff’ noise at tigers as a greeting)

IMAGINE THOUGH if Dr. Woo got his wish to have Blue imprint & raise the next Indoraptor? Something hopefully LESS CHAOTIC but still nasty. Eeep!

The thing I like is that Dr. Woo CONSISTENTLY escapes (with samples and specimens) before the ‘all hell breaks loose and everyone bad gets eaten’ part of the movie. AS LONG AS HE STILL LIVES we will keep getting Jurassic movies. XD ((Cuz dude just loves splicing up crazy monsters.))

HEY COOL PLOT TWIST THAT MACY IS A CLONE HAHA. It’d be more compelling if she was a clone of like, the girl from the very first Jurassic Park movie.

Well fuck we now have dinosaurs loose in the world. Mostly North America, but like ‘half’ of them got bought & shipped off to Indonesia & Russia. D:

But imagine though? Instead of finding a moose in your backyard, a bigass herbivore dinosaur just poking through?

ALSO BTW THE LITTLE HEAD-BUTTING DINOSAUR GUY? Technically a juvenile Pachy. Paleontologists figured out that 3 ‘species’ were actually one with dramatic growth stages.

But questions: Hey so the technology is there to capture the dinosaurs. I know the government was like “PLZ RE-EXTINCT THEM.” but you’d think they’d try and gather up those escapees and relocate them to that OTHER ISLAND they were talking about.

I don’t think the ENTIRE ISLAND of Isla Nublar is toast. The further corners away from the volcano might still remain habitable to house survivors. Though, remaining foliage is probably still gonna catch on fire.

Yup yup I think we’re getting another movie. With Owen & Claire. And their new adopted daughter Macy. XD

#Jurassic World

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coldphoenix · 6 years

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A/N:- I tried to make this really sad and feelsy… and I’m not sure if I’m happy with it. I can’t tell if it’s bad writing, or if I’m just not into it because I’m not hugely into Beerus and Champa ^_^’ But this idea’s been coming back to me for weeks now, and in the end I had to write it. I tried really hard so I hope it stirs up some emotions at least… Comments and reblogs would be appreciated, as always XD Thanks!

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Beerus watched the tournament in a silent panic, his heart racing in his chest. He was perfectly still, but he was nervous. He was scared. He couldn’t move. He could barely breathe. His body was frozen; stiff with the fear of being erased, and the overwhelming tension that came with it as the seconds slowly ticked by. This was it… This was the end. After all that had happened, all that they’d lost… It was between him and Champa. They each had just two players left while the other universes only had one. If their representatives could stay out of Jiren’s way and take just one person from the other team… just one, before the time ran out… they would survive. They had to survive…

Beerus’s claws cut deep into his skin as he sat with his arms folded, not quite aware that he was mutilating himself under the immense tension he felt in his being. The tension, the pressure… the fear. This was agony. He wanted to sleep through it. He wanted to close his eyes and have Whis wake him up when it was all over, and at the same time he wanted to watch. He wanted to watch every desperate movement from the warriors; he wanted to witness every last second… He couldn’t look away even if he tried. He was certain that even if he existed for all eternity, this would be the most incredible, the most terrifying and the most traumatic thing he would ever see in his life. They… they just had to win. “Come on…” Beerus mumbled through gritted teeth. “Come on!”

The tension exploded within his being like a galaxy being destroyed, and all of a sudden his nerves became too strong to bear. Beerus leapt to his feet, and found himself hurled forward by his own desperation and fear. He smacked himself into the barrier of the spectator’s platform, almost falling over the side of it before he caught himself, and at the top of his lungs he screamed at his remaining warriors. “Goku! Gohan! What are you doing?! Hurry up and finish them!” “Shut up, Beerus!” Champa’s voice charged at him from his own platform, and he shot his brother an angry glare. “We deserve to win!” “You do?!” Beerus barked, glaring back. “That’s a lie! What does your universe have to offer to anybody? We’d be doing you a favour by erasing it!” “Saonel! Pirina! Don’t listen to him – go for the kid!” Champa roared at his own people, and hissed venomously at Beerus. “A favour? I’ll do you a favour –” “Champa!” Fuwa cried out, and the knocked out members of universe 6 tried desperately to hold Champa back as he attempted to climb out of his own platform to lunge at Beerus. “Attacking him might get you disqualified.” Vados calmly commented. “Shut up!” Champa snapped at her, with such ferocity it seemed like he would hurt her. Her attempt to stop him had worked, though… He gripped the edge of his platform, and keenly watched his universe battle Beerus’s… This was it. Each of them only has two fighters left, and then one of them would be erased…

Or both of them. A cold dread struck Beerus’s heart. What if they ran out of time before either of them could lose anybody? If it was a tie… they would be given extra time, but ultimately Beerus had to know that Zeno’s patience wouldn’t last forever. If they couldn’t settle this in time, if there was no victor… then they would all be erased. Fuck… fuck! Beerus’s claws snapped against the cold, hard surface of the railings as his grip on them tightened. He was gritting his teeth so hard his entire skull ached; he was sweating so much he could feel the fabric of his pants sticking to his legs. Him or Champa, him or Champa… Fuck. Fuck! Him! Let him win! Let universe 7 win! It might sound cruel, but Beerus had no time for sibling loyalty now. This wasn’t the time for that! If only one of them could survive then Beerus had no intention of letting himself get erased, and if his existence depended on Champa’s extinction… then, to hell with it! Fuck Champa! Let him get erased! The fat, loud, stupid vermin that he was! There were a million reasons why Beerus should be allowed to live instead of Champa! For starters Beerus wasn’t an overweight oaf that struggled to run without wheezing! Beerus wasn’t loud and obnoxious! Beerus’s universe had better warriors – surly that counted for something? Didn’t Zeno like Goku? Weren’t they friends? So why was this tournament even happening? Why wasn’t Zeno sparing Goku’s universe anyway? It would be fair to let Champa’s universe win! It wouldn’t be fair! Fuck! Beerus had never felt so terrified in all his life. Fuck fuck fuck fuck – “No!”

All of a sudden, Champa’s voice rang through the arena. It seemed that… … he’d lost. Beerus’s jaw dropped. They’d… They’d done it. Saonel had been knocked out. Saonel… and Pirina. Both of them…? In one hit? … … Haha! Yes! That was wonderful! Beerus’s eyes lit up in delight as the reality struck him. Universe 6 had been knocked out! He would win now! Universe 7 had more players than anybody else! As long as they stayed in until the end of the tournament, they would win! Yes! Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes! “We won!” Beerus’s voice rang in harmony with Shin’s as they jumped into each other’s arms, bouncing up and down with glee. “We’re saved! We’re saved! Well done boys!” Beerus leant over the railing, screaming his praises to his fighters. “You did it! You did it!” “Oh… that’s too bad for you, Vados.” Whis’s voice came from behind him. Then… suddenly, Beerus’s whole mood changed. … Champa…

He turned his head to meet his brother’s eyes, preparing to see them glaring back at him. But… no. Champa wasn’t glaring at him. He didn’t look angry. He looked scared. His eyes were wide, tears forming in them already, so many that it was hard to believe he’d only just started crying. He was shaking. He was breathing fast. He was panicking… He was panicking so much that Beerus could feel it. He could feel the heat of Champa’s tears; he could feel the wheezing in Champa’s breaths; he could feel the pounding of Champa’s fat heart. It was racing… “Universe 6 has no warriors left.” Daishinkan stated, causing Beerus and Champa to stare up at him. Beerus felt cold. Out of nowhere, his body became filled with the sharpest, most painful dread. It was from Champa. He could sense it in him. He moved his eyes back to Champa, to see Champa open his mouth in desperation as Daishinkan spoke those words. “Universe 6 has dropped out.” “No!” A desperate, panic-ridden screamed erupted across the arena as Champa opened his mouth wide, tears streaming down his face. “Zeno-sama, please! Please don’t do this! I’m begging you – No!”

The screams continued even after Champa was gone. Beerus met his eyes as he was being erased. He saw the fear in them, the desperation. The need to… connect. Just once. Just once in their sad, bickering existence… to acknowledge that they would scream for each other. … It wasn’t Champa’s voice. Beerus didn’t realise that, until he heard the screams carry on without him. Then it became so clear… Champa was too afraid to make a sound. So Beerus had made it for him. He hadn’t realised, he hadn’t noticed… but it… it made sense. That must be why Champa had looked at him. Why they had met eyes, and why he’d allowed Beerus to be the last thing he saw… because Beerus was the last thing he’d heard. Beerus… didn’t want him to die. He realised that after hearing his own voice, and as soon as he realised he was the one screaming, he realised his cheeks were still hot and his eyes were still wet. He was crying. These weren’t Champa’s tears he could feel. They were his own. The racing heart he felt… it wasn’t Champa’s heart. It was his. It had all been his. He wasn’t sensing Champa’s emotions – he never had been. It was his… his own. His own fear, his own coldness, his own scream, his own tears… All of it was his own. Because he didn’t want his brother to die.

Beerus stared numbly at the empty space in front of Vados. He had a terrible chill in his body that wouldn’t leave. He felt horribly nauseous, and weak… He felt alone. Truly alone. … Which was stupid. He had his team here. He would go back to his normal existence soon. Champa was never a big part of his life. This was… … stupid.

Beerus trembled, his breathing hoarse and shaky as he tried to calm himself down. He looked around. Everybody was staring at him. Everybody had seen his display. His foolish, futile… … “F-Forgive me, Zeno-sama…” Beerus threw himself onto his hands and knees, bowing politely at his lord. Then when he got up… he found it more difficult than usual. Standing didn’t feel the same. Like he wasn’t really in control of his body anymore. He took a seat next to the defeated members of his team. He stared down at the arena, watching the rest of the tournament. He could feel his team’s eyes on him… but he didn’t tell them to look away. He wanted to. He wanted to scream at them, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have the energy somehow. He felt terribly drained… He just… didn’t want to be here anymore. “Oh! Beerus-sama, I do hope Champa’s erasure hasn’t upset you?” “Whis!” Shin’s voice came harshly from Beerus’s side, and Beerus tried his best to give a damn about what they were saying. “Shut up! Douche.” Douche…? Shin calling Whis a douche. … Huh. That should be funny, right…?

#beerus #champa #erasure #tournament of power #myfics #brothers #feels

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